Here is Craig (and his nice butt) prepping our blue kitchen to be painted. The spackle and paint samples stripes were not a permanent part of the decor. But the blueness of the wall totally was. Like I said, it seemed like a good idea at the time.
And then we painted. Well, that’s not true. Craig painted. I played musical soundtracks for him to whistle to and would try to surreptitiously sneak looks at Twitter while he whistled and then he would berate me for shirking my one and only duty which was to keep him company while finding whistley music and what in the hell was the matter with me that I couldn’t stay off of Twitter and I would laugh and blush and wait for him to get distracted and start whistling Officer Krupke so I could check out just who was in need of coffee and who was watching what TV show.
Here you go. But please bear in mind that we basically get NO natural light in our kitchen. I find it very hard to know which camera setting to use that will actually give you an accurate idea of what our kitchen now looks like. I took about 20 pictures, and this is the closest, I think. Also, please bear in mind that my obsessive compulsive tendencies make it rather difficult for me to share a photo of our finished but barren walls. I don’t know what I’m hanging on my walls yet. The only thing I do have and know exactly where it is going is my kitchen witch. If you don’t have a kitchen witch, I highly suggest you find yourself one. Mine was from my grandmother, and it is one of my most prized possessions. It’s going to hang over my sink because that is the spot where I spend most of my existence. Not really But sort of.